Chapter 3529

Ye Chen slept soundly, but Xiao Churan by his side hardly slept all night.

After this night, she finally realized clearly how much she loved Ye Chen.

If she had taken this step earlier, their six years of married life would surely have gained many more beautiful memories, and they might even have already had the fruit of love.

It's a pity that people never get a chance to turn back time.

The next morning, Xiao Churan's phone received a WeChat message from Tang Sihai sent with a sockpuppet account.

The content of the WeChat message was actually a collection of chat records.

The chat records were posted by someone with a female avatar, who first sent a few sentences: A Chinese elderly man in his sixties was attacked on the streets of Melbourne, and the perpetrators were local underage teenagers.

"These people are really too much, they beat an old man until his head was bloody and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

Following closely were several pictures, including screenshots from passersby and surveillance footage, even video clips, in which Tang Sihai could be clearly seen surrounded by these people, finally suffering their assault.

In front of these young people, Tang Sihai had almost no ability to resist, and was quickly knocked to the ground, his face covered in blood, unconscious.

In the later photos, these teenagers leisurely left the scene, and Tang Sihai was taken to the hospital by an ambulance called by passersby.

In the chat records, someone asked this girl: "Holy shit! What's going on? Why beat someone?"

The girl said: "This elderly man was walking normally on the streets of Melbourne when several local teenagers suddenly rushed out from a nearby alley, surrounded him, demanded money to buy cigarettes, and after the old man refused, they beat him in broad daylight, knocked him to the ground, and even stole his wallet and wristwatch!"

"Damn, this is too much! How is the old man doing? Is his life in danger?"

"For now it's unclear, but I heard this old man had just immigrated to Australia not long ago and has no relatives here; our local Chinese community is trying to contact help."

The chat record collection ended here, and Xiao Churan looked on in shock, because she could tell from the pictures and video that Tang Sihai's injuries were not fake.

Combining this with the frequent sightings of lawless teenagers in Australia attacking Asian immigrants on the streets, she realized that Tang Sihai had deliberately inserted himself into this situation, fabricated this news, and hoped to draw Ye Chen's attention to it.

Though surprised, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: These old retainers of the Ye family are indeed utterly loyal to Ye Chen.

Immediately, she couldn't help but ask Tang Sihai: "Are you alright?"

Tang Sihai replied: "Thank you, Lady Ye, for your concern. It's nothing serious. Please trouble Lady to find an opportunity to let the young master see these contents as well."

"Okay!" Xiao Churan replied immediately.

Afterwards, she glanced at the time—it was already seven thirty in the morning. She dared not delay, dragging her exhausted body out of bed.

Just as she got out of bed, she saw the blood-stained bedsheet lying on the chair beside the bed, and her cheeks instantly reddened to the roots of her ears. She still remembered that after soiling the bedsheet last night, Ye Chen had simply removed it and laid her blanket beneath them both.

At the time she hadn't paid attention to these details, but now she realized how embarrassing the situation was, so she hurriedly folded the bloodstained sheet neatly while Ye Chen was still asleep.

Although her movements were already very careful and gentle, she still woke Ye Chen from his sleep. He opened his eyes, saw his wife tidying the bedsheet, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Wife, why are you tidying things up as soon as you get up?"

Xiao Churan was startled by him, and hurriedly said in a flustered tone: "Ah, it's nothing, just tidying up casually—you're awake!"

Ye Chen nodded, sat up, opened his arms to her, and said: "Wife, want to hug a little longer?"

Xiao Churan said with a flushed face: "Don't hug yet—since you're awake, get up first and wash up. I'll call to order breakfast and have it sent to the room."

Ye Chen blurted out: "Just go to the restaurant and eat the buffet."

Xiao Churan said shyly and annoyed: "You go yourself then—I'm sore all over, aching and exhausted, I don't want to bother at all."

Ye Chen finally understood, and hurriedly got up from the bed with a chuckle, saying: "Then wife, you rest on the sofa for a while, I'll call to order the meal."

At this moment, Ye Chen felt life was supremely happy, and this qualitative change bringing such an uplift to their feelings was simply earth-shattering.

After the call, the hotel soon sent a breakfast cart to the room. The two sat opposite each other by the floor-to-ceiling window where they had eaten cake the night before. Outside the window was a vast white world; the snow on the roads had already been cleared away, but thick snow still clung to the rooftops, treetops, and many vehicles along the way.

The weather, which had originally warmed up a bit, suddenly dropped several degrees today. Ye Chen sighed: "The weather is so cold, there's probably nothing fun to do in Yan Jing either—we might as well head back earlier."

Xiao Chuan pursed her lips and lightly nodded, saying: "I'm fine with anything, I'll listen to you."

Saying this, she unnaturally fiddled with her phone.

At this moment, that push notification was formally delivered to her phone.

Xiao Chuan opened it without changing her expression, then frowned slightly and muttered to herself: "These bastards are really too much!"

Ye Chen had no idea at this moment that his wife was treating him like a fish, reeling him in again and again.

Hearing Xiao Chuan mutter, he hurriedly asked: "Wife, what are you saying? Which bastards are too much?"

Xiao Chuan said somewhat angrily: "A friend of mine working in Australia sent me some chat record screenshots. A few teenagers in Melbourne, Australia, beat up a local Chinese elderly man, and it was pretty severe. The key point is, the old man did nothing—he just walked past them, and they attacked him!"

Ye Chen didn't take it seriously, sighing: "Hey, how to put it—don't look at the white leftists in Europe, America, and Australia, who shout every day against racial discrimination, but racial bullying like this still objectively exists, especially among those poorly educated teenagers; anti-Asian sentiment is widespread in this group, and such incidents in Australia, even across Europe and America, are not just one or two occurrences."

Saying this, Ye Chen couldn't help but lament: "I even saw before that children in war-torn regions of the Middle East had said some very offensive exclusive terms to us Chinese people. You say they clearly don't even know where their next meal is coming from, don't know which day their shack will be blown up by a bomb, yet they still have the leisure to discriminate against others—put bluntly, it's just lack of education, and moreover, some people aren't just uneducated, but are born bad seeds."

Xiao Chuan nodded, agreeing: "You're right—such teenagers are just uneducated and born bad, plus they're naturally somewhat xenophobic and overconfident in their own homes."

"Exactly," Ye Chen said helplessly, shaking his head: "I hope overseas Chinese can unite—when encountering such things, don't swallow your anger, definitely defend your legitimate rights."

Xiao Chuan nodded slightly, looking at her phone helplessly, saying: "This old gentleman is really pitiful—news says he just immigrated to Australia not long ago, seems to have no relatives there, now hospitalized with serious injuries, and we don't know his condition."

Saying this, she pushed her phone toward Ye Chen, sighing: "Look how he was beaten—so pitiful..."

Ye Chen instinctively glanced at Xiao Chuan's phone screen—just one glance, and his whole body stiffened as if struck by electricity, his pupils suddenly constricting!

He immediately recognized the blood-covered old man in the picture as the former chief steward of the Ye family, the one who had followed his father for years and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Ye family—Tang Sihai!

At this moment, his heart was overwhelmed with shock and simultaneously filled with urgent anxiety.

Although Tang Sihai's previous departure without a word had made him realize Tang Sihai might have other loyalties, he could be certain of one thing: Tang Sihai absolutely, absolutely harbored no ill will toward him.

On the contrary, over these many years, Tang Sihai had gone to great lengths to protect him—calling him a benefactor would not be an exaggeration.

Since Tang Sihai disappeared, Ye Chen had indeed wanted to find him, but had never taken action, because he felt Tang Sihai's departure must have had his own difficulties, possibly some hidden matters he didn't want Ye Chen to know, and Ye Chen should respect him—not ruin his quiet departure plan just to satisfy his own curiosity.

But Ye Chen never expected that Tang Sihai would actually appear in Australia, and even be severely beaten by a gang of damned teenagers there!

He didn't know what exactly had happened to Tang Sihai, but he could not stand by and do nothing.

After looking at these pictures, the more he looked, the more his anger flared, and his fists unconsciously clenched tightly.

To avoid letting Xiao Chuan notice anything, he calmly returned her phone, sighing: "Hope this old gentleman is safe and sound."

At the same time, he took out his own phone, instantly created a WeChat group with Hong Wu and Chen Zekai, then sent a message: "Tang the steward was attacked by a group of teenagers in Melbourne—Old Chen, you immediately arrange the Ye family staff there to investigate and verify, and book the earliest flight today from Yan Jing to Melbourne, and get me a ticket too!"

Then he sent another message: "Hong Wu, you also quickly check the fastest flights—see if there's a direct plane from Jin Ling, and if not, check Yan Jing and Hu Cheng!"

Chen Zekai replied: "How could Tang the steward be in Australia? Young Master, please wait a moment—I'll follow up on this immediately. Also, if you're in a hurry, should I arrange a private plane to go there?"

Ye Chen replied: "Don't arrange a private plane. Tang the butler worked for the Ye family for many years, and his identity is public knowledge to the Po Qing Association. If something happened to him in Australia, we don't know yet whether it will reach the Po Qing Association's ears. If we take a private plane there, it will be easy for someone with intent to trace the connection. Also, notify the Ye family's staff on site—this matter likely hasn't been widely reported yet. It's best to spend some money to buy off the local media so they don't further report this."

Master Hong Wu replied: "Ye Master, I just checked—there are no flights from Shanghai to Melbourne today, but there is one from Yan Jing this afternoon. I'm heading to the airport now to wait at Yan Jing Airport as soon as possible. When Chen Zong books the tickets, please book one for me too—I'll go with you!"